"No! Let her go, you niggers!"

More than a dozen dark-skinned and sturdy men were surrounding several white men with guns in their hands.

One of the white men tried to resist, but was easily knocked to the ground by the black man and then stepped under his feet. An Asian girl who was accompanying wanted to come forward to help, but was caught by another black man. Like the other white girls, she was stripped naked and dragged into the back alley, making a shrill cry.

The black men holding the gun had excitement and pleasure in their eyes. If they looked closely, they would find that their bodies were more or less a very unique decoration, which was similar to a black gear.

With the actions of these black people, strands of black air gathered around the gears, emitting dazzling purple light.

"Strength, what a huge power! The real world is worthy of being a gathering place for emotions. The emotions provided by these few people are comparable to the data provided by several mature Digimons." Standing at the top of a tall building, a figure covered in darkness, tall and thin, looking indifferently at the lewd scene below.

His slender arms that could almost touch his ankles and reach over his knees were stretched out, and his nails, sharp as sharp as claws, were gently pinching in the air. A ray of purple light rose from below, turning into black gears and floating around him, reflecting each other with the gear decorations of the black man below.

"Soon, I will be able to evolve... Hum?" The black shadow frowned, and a pair of holes on his back were spread out like the wings of a bat's wings. The evil aura turned into black gas, which swept away from the darkness and shot out the flying knife.

"Cool! Are you the source of the chaos that has caused recently? It seems to be a bit like a demon! But man, are you a psychic who just awakened? You know, this is my stage nearby, isn't it good for you to do this?"

A full of lively voices and some words of inverted back and forth, a man in a strange costume walked out of the darkness. He had thick oil paint on his face, a round, red ball on his nose, and colorful hair. With leg trousers, small leather shoes, and exaggerated facial expressions, he was the clown who often appeared in the circus.

"Do you want to stop me?" The wings behind the shadow were completely opened, and their hands spread out, revealing the orange pattern on their chest that looked like a bat pattern. The slender horns on the top and the patterns of white skeletons on their bodies looked really in line with the legendary image of the demon.

"No! No! No! No! It's not that I want to stop you, but that you, a newcomer, disturbed my performance! Disobedient newcomers will suffer!" After saying that, a deck of playing cards appeared in the clown's hand. After gently spreading it out, playing cards flew around, and then turned into sharp blades and shot towards the demon beast.

"I don't know what it means, the wings of the razor!" The demon beast's wings spread out, and its wings emitted a wing-like energy beam, and all playing cards were easily cut off.

Then, the body of the demon beast disappeared instantly, and the next second appeared behind the clown. A sharp claw poked out, and the purple light condensed on it: "Claw of Death!"

"Ding!" A metal rod suddenly appeared between the clown and the claws. The clown cried out: "How can you do this? How can you cross the line when you agreed to manage your own stages? "

"Shut up!" The person who suddenly appeared beside the clown pulled the clown and retreated suddenly, leaving deep traces on the metal staff in his hand.

"This guy is not the waste we deal with on weekdays!"

"Is there anyone else?" The demon beast looked around and felt several auras gathered, including the aura of light that he hated very much. He just said coldly: "Forget it, it's almost done!"

After saying that, he hugged his hands with his chest, the black people still excited below, as well as some white people who were committing evil, and even Asians around him screamed, and the black gear decorations on their bodies burst into dazzling brilliance.

"Damn it! He's..."

The clown looked at the demon beast's actions and was close again, but the person who pulled him also scolded: "Shut up!"

While speaking, this person was also constantly retreating, and he didn't dare to look at the demon beast shrouded by purple light.

"Are you leaving?" A sneer sounded, and the clown and the person who appeared later were beaten away by a powerful force and landed not far away. When he turned around, he saw that the demon had turned into another look!

The ragged bat wings were replaced by a large collar cloak, and the **'s body was also wrapped in a dress, with pale face and scarlet lips, and with elegant actions, they were like a medieval noble.

But his eyes were cold, even colder than the original demon beast.

"God said: I should never leave what should not be kept!" A shout sounded, and the vampire beast that had just raised his hand quickly retreated, and a holy light fell from the sky, covering the position he had just stood.

"It's really a disgusting power of light!"

The Vampiremonious Beast looked at the elderly priest who was jogging over, looked at the clown, and turned into countless bats and disappeared.

"Damn it, he actually let him escape! The abilities of these monsters are too weird!"

A curse sounded, and water lights surged, and then a woman with beautiful dark blue hair walked out of the water beside her, looking at the departing vampire monster, not knowing what she was thinking.

Following it, countless black air rose, one hand holding a wooden stick and a pamper roll in the other hand, and a man wearing a hoodie, like a medieval wizard, walked out. He glanced at the old priest, turned around and turned into countless black air, disappearing.

The departure of the wizard was like a signal. The other heroes who had gathered also left this place one after another, returning to their respective territories, and carefully guarding against new monsters that might appear at any time.

"What's wrong?" The clown was in a rough nerve and noticed something was wrong. The man who had just saved one of him handed the metal staff in his hand to the priest, and turned around and said, "What's wrong? The world has changed! The mystery is back!"

After saying that, the man turned to look at the priest and asked, "Father John, look at this power..."

"Although this power is also very evil, it is also a bit empty and complicated, not a simple power of hell. It seems that the origin of these monsters is more troublesome than we think!"

"Damn it!" The man cursed and said to the clown again: "Boy, are you interested in forming a team?"

"Ah!" The clown was stunned for a moment and did not react. Then he saw the man squatting down and rubbing his head hard: "The situation is getting more and more dangerous now. It is too dangerous for you to guard the streets alone. Are you interested in forming a team with me!"

Like a clown, silly young heroes keep appearing in the league. This country that emphasizes personal heroism, psychics and all extraordinary abilities either join the country or become superheroes or super criminals.

So many times, some images transmitted by the alliance actually have prototypes.

It is this cultural output, as well as its internal cultural impact, coupled with the brief memory jammer developed by the Alliance thirty years ago that many people regard real superheroes and criminals as cos.
Chapter completed!